I have been singing the song 'Amazing Grace' to Ezra ever since he was a newborn. I don't sing it every night, but he's heard it enough in his two short years to recognize it right away, I'm pretty sure. Because of this, you wouldn't think that I would have been as shocked as I was a couple of nights ago when, out of the blue, he started SINGING ALONG WITH ME.
At first I couldn't tell if he was just mumbling something else as I sang to him. He was kindof whispering under his breath. And, I don't know if you all know this or not, but there is NOTHING CUTER than a toddler whispering. Trust me on this one. It could melt the stoniest of hearts.
I leaned in closer to hear what he was whispering under his breath, and as I continued to sing, I began to hear him whispering the words and phrases of the song before I was even singing them.
sweeeet duh ound...
wetch wike meeeeee!
NOW i fownd...
bind... NOW i seeeee."
I can't even type this without welling up with tears and fighting a lump in my throat. It was the sweetest moment I think in my entire life up to this point... The moment when I realized my son was SINGING. A love song to God. Along with me. And something about his little baby voice made the words to that song hit me like a ton of bricks. They hit me in a way that they never had before. Before I knew what had happened I was lying in my son's mini bed in the dark, overwhelmed by God's grace and mercy and staring my son dead in the face with tears in my eyes.
He looked so proud, so very AWARE of what he was doing to his poor momma's heart. I started to laugh and tickle him and he asked to sing again. My heart was all but bursting with joy and gratitude and I felt God's love for me fill the room until I was practically drowning in it. It was great.
So, I started to sing it again- anticipating another round of profundity.
"No, mamma! No!", Ezra interrupted. "Row row wow!"
Oookay then! So, we proceeded to sing our hearts out about a boat gently rowing down a stream! At that point, it didn't matter what we were singing about. We could have been singing about toenails and dryer lint, the corruption of politics, or math homework for all that I cared... I still would have been completely DRENCHED in the beauty of the richness of my simple life.
Merrily! Merrily! Merrily! Merrily!
Life is but a dream...
Oh, and then there's this. I'm dying over here.